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THE STORY OF SOLDIER FRITZ. 


CHAPTER L 

Soldier Fritz was the name of a bright, 
active boy, the son of a corporal in the Prussian 
service. He was so named because, in the first 
place, his father was a soldier ; in the second 
place, because he was always fond of playing 
soldier ; and in the third place, because Fritz 
was his Christian name. 

Soldier Fritz was known throughout the city 
of Brandenburg, and he was not offended when 
he was called by that name ; it flattered him 
rather, because he was through and through a 
real soldier boy. 

When he had reached the age of thirteen a 
war broke out with France, and the Prussian 
regiments were obliged to march to the Rhine, 
even the very regiment in which Soldier Fritz’s 
father was a corporal. The father took leave 

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of wife and son, admonished his boy to be well- 
behaved, industrious, and orderly during his 
absence, and then marched off bag and baggage. 

Half a year passed, and the family of our 
corporal, which had been left behind, had heard 
not so much as a word from him. At last a 
letter came, one morning, and brought only good 
news — among other things, the information that 
the corporal had meanwhile risen to the rank of 
sergeant. 

But of what use is all that to me ? ” was 
written in the letter. One does not get satis- 
fied with honor alone, and we scarcely find any- 
thing else to eat. If I but had one peck of our 
fine potatoes ! They would taste good ! Here 
on the Bhine we are often forced to hunger 
three days together, so that our skin cracks ; and 
not one honest potato has come to my sight 
since I left home.” 

Soldier Fritz caught up this passage in the 
letter. It vexed and annoyed him that his 
father had no good potatoes, and was obliged 
to go hungry, while at home the cellar was filled 
from top to bottom with the finest potatoes, and 
he racked his brains to find a way in which he 


THE STORY OF SOLDIER FRITZ, 


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could make his father glad, and provide him 
with a mouthful of good potatoes. 

“ Mother,” said he, give me a sack, and I 
will carry a peck or two to father.” 

‘‘My boy, you are not in your right mind,” 
the mother answered, smiling. “ Do you think 
it a joke to travel a hundred miles, a potato-sack 
on your shoulder? Put it out of your thought, 
silly little boy ! ” 

That was easily said, but not so easily obeyed. 
Soldier Fritz could not get the potatoes out of 
his mind. "Whenever he was walking or. stand- 
ing still, he kept on thinking of his father, how 
he looked toward home with longing, and 
wished for only one single peck of the fine 
potatoes. Even at night this thought would 
not let him rest, and often he started up out 
of sleep, crying aloud, Father, you must have 
your potatoes ! ” 


CHAPTEE II. 


A PEW weeks passed thus, and the nether 
wondered at the foolish boy, who was growing 
really pale and thin because of those potatoes. 
Still, she believed that with time he wqhld get 
the whim out of his head. One morning, how- 
ever, — it was in the latter part of summer, and 
the sun had scarcely risen, — she went into Sol- 
dier Fritz’s garret to waken the boy, and lo! 
the bed stood empty, and he had disappeared. 

^^Ah! where can the little rascal be?” mut- 
tered the mother. He has surely gone again 
to the forest of firs to catch squirrels. I must, 
indeed, hold him a little closer; for since his 
father has been gone, obedience and training 
are lost every day.” 

Without looking around further for the little 
rogue, she went to her work, prepared the 
frugal mid-day meal, put it on the table, and 
thought Fritz must now come certainly, for he 
had not neglected the hour for eating during 
all the days of his life. But the clock struck 


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twelve, — struck one, two, and — the boy did 
not come. 

Then the mother got frightened, and ran out 
and asked her neighbors whether they had hap- 
pened to see Fritz. No one knew anything of 
him, till, at last, an old road-repairer remembered 
that he had seen the boy with a sack on his 
shoulder in the morning, before sunrise. 

^^Oh, the little rascal!” exclaimed the mother, 
and for astonishment she struck her hands to- 
gether above her head. “ He has gone to his 
father, and is carrying potatoes to his camp 
for him ! Ah ! what a fine piece of work this is ! ” 

She ran to her house, looked into his bureau, 
and found that Fritz’s Sunday clothes were 
missing, and also a small sack, which he had 
begged of her a few days before. 

^^Heis really gone!” She sighed, and tears 
ran from her eyes. Now, what tricks the boy 
plays! God keep and protect him! If he 
only gets there safely, I will say no more ; but 
to run away without any good-by — that is, 
indeed, too hard ! ” 

The poor mother wept as if her heart were 
broken, and not till the thought came to her 


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mind of how the father would rejoice over the 
boy, could she assuage her grief at all. Since, 
moreover, she knew not the way or means of 
overtaking the little rogue, she submitted at 
last patiently to her fate, and trusted God, that 
He would reward the clinging love of the boy 
for his father by a good issue of his plans. 


CHAPTEE III. 

Meanwhile, Soldier Fritz ran glad and gay 
in his Sunday clothes toward the Ehine. He 
did not know exactly the way thither, but the 
general direction was known to him, because 
he had asked his schoolmaster about it, and so he 
supposed he could in no way fail to come to the 
desired end of his journey. 

He had no money, and did not suppose it 
necessary to have any. When I arrive,” 
thought he to himself, people will surely give 
me a slice of bread. I have only to say I wish 
to go to my father, to carry him potatoes; that 
will surely seem right to everybody. And how 
my father will rejoice when I get to him ! Oh, 


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that will be a jubilee ! Haven’t I picked out, 
though, the very finest potatoes in the whole 
cellar! ” 

At mid-day, just when his mother was watch- 
ing for him at home, he reached a large village, 
turned into the first good inn, boldly seated 
himself on the wooden bench at the table, and 
wiped off the sweat. 

There were quite a number of guests in the 
spacious room, — including an old invalid, with 
a wooden leg, who looked with surprise upon 
the healthy boy with the sack. The landlord 
came to him, and asked him who he was, where 
he came from, and where he wished to go. 

“ Oh, I am Soldier Fritz from Brandenburg,” 
said the boy, and I wish to go to the Bhine, to 
my father, to carry him some potatoes, because 
he has wanted them so much.” 

^^What do you mean, boy?” said the invalid, 
standing up and striding to Fritz, and measur- 
ing him from head to foot with an astonished 
look. 

‘AVell, I wish to go to the Bhine,” answered 
Soldier Fi*itz. ^‘My father has been made a 
sergeant, but he does not care for that, because 


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he has no potatoes^ and so I will carry him 
some, and I have picked the finest for him. 
Here they are in the sack.’’ 

“A¥hy, you strange boy!” cried the invalid, 
as he stroked his long, white mustache. Say, 
you little rascal, whether you are really in 
earnest; and just tell your story properly, so 
that an intelligent man can understand it.” 

Soldier Fritz told his story, and all who were 
in the house listened to him very attentively. 
When he had finished his story, tears were 
really standing in the eyes of the old invalid, 
and all the others wiped their cheeks. 

^^Why, you rogue,” cried the old soldier, 
come here and give me a kiss. You are to me 
a real, genuine soldier boy, and my old heart 
trembles with joy as I look upon you; come 
here, I say ! ” 

Soldier Fritz hardly knew what happened to 
him, for, all of a sudden, the old invalid laid 
hold of him by the hair of his head, and kissed 
him heartily till he was nearly out of breath. 
The other guests did just so, too, in turn, and 
even the stout host was moved to his inmost 
soul. 


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For that day, Fritz was not allowed to think 
of continuing his journey. He had to stay in 
the hotel, and he was fondled and caressed as if 
he were a real prince. In the evening, when 
still more guests had come in, he told his story 
once more, at the request of the old soldier. 
He was at last led by the host into a little 
chamber, and put into a little white bed, where 
he slept sweetly, like the angels in heaven. 

While Fritz was lying in sweet sleep, and was 
dreaming of his father, the old invalid made a 
speech to the guests in the hotel. He thought 
it would be a sin and a shame if they should let 
so brave a lad go on his journey without money 
for the way, and he made the whole thing so 
plain to the people that every one opened his 
])urse and gave him a plentiful gift for the brave 
Fritz. The stout landlord collected the money, 
and kept it in his bureau till morning. 


CHAPTEE IV. 


In the morning, early, the landlord had his 
wagon hitched up, waked the boy, set before 
him a bountiful breakfast, gave him the money 
which the guests had contributed for him, sewed 
it into the lining of his jacket, and then dis- 
missed him, with hearty wishes for his welfare 
and for a fortunate journey. Moved to the 
heart by the love and kindness of the good 
man. Soldier Fritz took leave of him and of 
the invalid soldier, who did not leave his side 
until the very last minute. He got into the 
wagon and rode merrily to the nearest city, 
which was five miles from the village, and to 
which the friendly landlord had him carried. 
Here he commissioned the driver to take his 
kindest greetings to the landlord, and then he 
continued on his pilgrimage afoot, until evening 
came on, when he was obliged once more to 
pass a night in a village. Here, as before, he 
told his story, and was again kindly cared for, 
and ti-eated with love and tenderness. 


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At last, after many a long day of travel, he 
saw, standing in the distance, the first sentinel 
of the Prussian camp, and he hastened up to 
him with flying fe^et. 

“Do you not know where I can find my 
father?” he asked the soldier, before he got his 
breath. 

“ Stupid boy ! ” the bearded sentinel harshly 
answered, “ do you suppose I know what your 
father’s name is, and to what regiment he be- 
longs? ” 

“Oh! he belongs to the Brandenburg Regi- 
ment of Grenadiers; and Martin Bollermann is 
his name; and he is a sergeant,” Soldier Fritz 
quickly replied. 

“Well, if that is true, then hunt him up,” 
said the sentinel. “You can pass.” 

Fritz ran on, came to the second sentinel, to 
the third, and fell, at length, into the hands of 
an adjutant, who subjected him to a strict 
examination. The more he asked, however, 
and the more he heard, the more friendly he 
grew, and at length kindly patted the noble 
boy on his cheek. 

“ Come with me,” said he. “ I think we shall 
soon be able to find your father.” 


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He led the way at once to a large, magnifi- 
cent tent, from the top of which floated a broad 
banner. Fritz, with his potato-sack, trudged 
along by his side, and fearlessly followed into 
the tent, as the officer motioned to him to ac- 
company him boldly. 

In the tent he saw an elderly man, magnifi- 
cently dressed, who was sitting in an arm-chair, 
before a camp-table, and who seemed to be 
studying a field map. 

He scarcely looked up, and only nodded his 
head a very little when the companion of our 
Soldier Fritz respectfully approached him. 

“ Surely that ’s a general,” thought Fritz, 
while he, a little abashed, stood at the entrance 
of the tent. And he was right. 

His companion, who was the adjutant of the 
general, spoke in a low tone to the latter, who 
very soon turned his eyes from the map, seemed 
to listen attentively to the adjutant’s story, and 
now and then cast a quick glance upon Soldier 
Fritz. He continued a short time in conversa- 
tion with the officer, then gave him an order, 
and sent him away. Then he beckoned the 
boy to his side, who at once obeyed the call. 


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and with soldierly bearing stepped to the gen- 
eral. 

“What is your name?” the general asked, 
after having looked at him long from head to 
foot. 

“ Fritz Bollermann, and called Soldier Fritz.” 

The general smiled, and asked again: — 

“ Where do you come from? ” 

“From Brandenburg.” 

“ Why have you come here? ” 

“ To bring potatoes to my father.” 

“It is, then, really true,” said the general to 
himself. “ Have you them there in the bag? ” 
he added aloud. 

“Yes; the best from our cellar,” replied Fritz, 
as he took the bag from his shoulder, and 
opened it. “Just look, sir; all of them round 
and smooth as pebbles ! ” 

“Well, well, my son,” answered the general, 
“ they are, indeed, very fine, and really give me 
an appetite. But go now into yonder room and 
stay there till I call you. Do you hear? You 
can let your sack i-emain here meanwhile.” 

Soldier Fritz laid the potato-bag upon the 
ground, glided into the room pointed out, and 


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seated himself in a large arm-chair, which ap- 
peared to him uncommonly comfortable and 
easy. Wearied by the hard march of the day, 
and still more, perhaps, by his emotions, he was 
soon nodding, and at last was fast asleep. 
Thus the general found him when he came into 
the room, about half an hour later. He let the 
boy sleep on in peace, and returned to his own 
room. 


CHAPTEE Y. 

While Fritz was forgetful of everything, in 
the refreshing embrace of sleep, the general 
was busy in his behalf, and did not rest till he 
had found the old sergeant, Martin Bollermami, 
of the Brandenburg Eegiment. He at once had 
him ordered to supper, invited several of his 
highest officers to come also, and did not fail to 
give necessary instructions to his cook. 

In those days, people took supper earlier than 
they do now. The guests assembled early, and 
seated themselves at the table. Some were as- 
tonished to find a mere sergeant, and in a ser- 


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geant’s uniform, at the general’s table. But 
Sergeant Bollermann himself was the most sur- 
prised. 

The strangest thing at the general’s table, 
except the sergeant, was a large, covered dish, 
which the guests supposed to hold something 
extremely rare and dainty, as they cast many a 
longing look upon it. The general noted 
well the curiosity which was aroused by the 
dish, but he did not give the slightest hint to 
gratify that curiosity. He smiled when he 
looked at the dish, and exchanged occasionally 
a short, significant glance with his adjutant, 
of which, however, no one could understand the 
meaning, except just the two who knew the 
secret. The curiosity of the guests was strained 
to the highest degree. 

Finally the general called aloud on the ser- 
geant to remove the cover, and, as if at com- 
mand, all eyes turned at once to that mysterious 
dish. What did they see? Potatoes in the 
skin, which surely seemed fine and tempting to 
the appetite, but yet disappointed not a little 
the pampered taste of the dainty guests, vho 
had looked for something entirely difierent. 


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The only one who heartily rejoiced at the sight 
was Sergeant Bollermann, and he could scarcely 
restrain a cry of the most delighted surprise. 

‘‘Hitherto, gentlemen,” the general said, as 
a smile played about his lips, “hitherto, you 
have been my guests, but now, that is, if you 
choose to enjoy the taste of these magnificent 
potatoes, you must turn to Sergeant Boller- 
mann. They are his.” 

The oflicers haughtily shi’ugged their shoul- 
ders. The general appeared to trouble himself 
but little about their marked signs of displeas- 
ure. 

“ If you but knew in what way the potatoes 
came into our camp,” he went on to say, “ you 
would count it an honor to get only one of 
them.” 

“ How so? How was it? ” the oflicers asked. 
“ Tell us, if you please ! ” 

“ I ? Oh, no ! I am a poor hand at fine 
stories,” the general replied. “Yet, as I see 
that you, as well as our worthy Bollermann, 
are tormented somewhat by curiosity, I will 
seek to gratify your wish in some other way. 
Adjutant, please call in my story-teller.” 


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The adjutant disappeared in the next room, 
and all eyes were fastened on the doorway. 

The heart of worthy old Bollermann thumped 
to bursting, for a faint suspicion of the truth 
began to dawn in his soul. He was now white, 
and now red, and he did not observe how per- 
sistently the general’s eyes rested on him, with 
strained expression. 

After a short time, the curtain which sepa- 
rated the chamber from the sitting-room was 
drawn, and in came, at the side of the adjutant, 
happy Soldier Fritz, looking around with bright 
and fearless eyes. 

“ Fritz ! ” exclaimed the sergeant, forgetting 
all respect for his superior officers, and spring- 
ing up with wide-extended arms. Fritz, how, 
in Heaven’s name, came you here?” 

The boy made no reply, but rushed with a 
loud cry to his father’s breast, and both held 
each other in a long and firm embrace. The 
officers gazed in deep emotion on that strange 
sight, and in the eye of the General, who was 
a dear, good man, glistened a tear of sym- 
pathy and joy. His kind way of speaking 
parted the father and the son at last, and 


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established once more the peace of their excited 
minds. 

Tell, my boy, why and how you came here,” 
he said ; but first be at your ease, and sit with 
us at the table. You need not refuse to do so, 
even if it were a king’s table. Your true filial 
love has well earned the honor.” 

Fritz looked affectionately at the General, 
kissed his father’s hand, seated himself beside 
him, and went on to tell what we already know. 
The ofiicers were all eager to hear, and their 
stern faces grew more and more kindly, and 
their gloomy eyes grew brighter and brighter. 
They really found pleasure in the fresh, cheer- 
ful boy who loved his father so heartily and 
deeply that he had travelled a hundred miles 
and more to bring that father a favorite dish. 

The old sergeant, however, appeared wholly 
overcome in joy and excitement, and he laughed 
and wept by turns. 


CHAPTEE VI. 


When" Fritz had ended his tale, the father 
seemed to have forgotten the distinguished 
company. He embraced, again and again, his 
courageous son, pressed a hundred kisses upon 
his round, ruddy mouth, addressed to him 
thousands and thousands of questions, all of 
which Fritz answered honestly and frankly. 

At a hint of the General’s, all present went 
out of the tent and left the delighted father 
with his dear boy. JSTot till after the lapse of 
an hour did the General return, and place a 
large writing in one hand of the worthy old 
sergeant and a great purse full of gold pieces 
in the other. 

Here is your discharge, my friend, with the 
assurance of your full support, by a life-long 
pension ; and there is a small present for your 
good boy, which we officers have collected for 
him. Keep it till he is grown, and can make 
good use of it. And now you may go home 

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to wife and family, who will, indeed, rejoice 
when they see once more the father of the 
family.” 

Oh, God ! General, your grace is too good,” 
stammered the delighted sergeant, who did not 
know at what to rejoice the most, — the conde- 
scension of the high officer, or the pension, or 
the wealth of his Soldier Fritz. ‘‘ How have I 
deserved so great favor?” 

By your brave conduct during the whole 
campaign; by the wound which you received in 
consequence of your bravery in the last battle, 
and which unfits you for service during the rest 
of yonr life; and lastly, by your son. Soldier 
Fritz. In him, I have seen that you must be a 
good father, and such a one our king can use 
better at home than in the campaign, which is 
already near its end. Go in peace, old comrade, 
and, with God’s help, train all your boys as that 
one there, who is a real soldier-child. Farewell, 
and do not forget to send Fritz to my regiment 
as soon as he is large enough to be able to bear 
arms for his king.” 

Deeply moved, the old sergeant kissed the 
General’s hand, and returned thanks, from the 


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bottom of his heart, for the favor that fell to 
his lot. 

The distinguished officer kindly stroked the 
cheeks of Soldier Fritz, and kissed his fore- 
head. 

Continue good and brave,” said he, and 
you will certainly become an upright man; 
whoever honors father and mother, him God 
loves, and it shall go well with him on earth. 
Adieu, my ruddy-cheeked boy ! ” 

Then father and son were sent away. The 
next day they started forth, and did not allow 
themselves rest or repose until they reached 
their cottage home. 

That was a feast, indeed, when Soldier Fritz 
returned, and his father with him! It was a 
jubilee which cannot be described. The mother 
wept for joy. The children who had stayed at 
home, shouted and danced. The father had 
enough to do to mete out to each his due share 
of tenderness and caressing, and Fritz was 
praised in presence of all. Fritz, however, 
stood by with glistening eyes, and it was easy 
to see that he did not believe he had deserved 
all the praise. 


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When Soldier Fritz was grown he did 
nothing to bring disgrace upon his name. 

He devoted himself wholly to military life, 
and became a brave officer. He took part in 
several campaigns, and by his bravery rose from 
grade to grade, and he is now a very highly 
honored and a greatly beloved colonel in the 
service of his native country. 


NOEML 


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NOEML 


In’ an old city of France, at the end of an 
old street, in an old house, there was once 
an old woman, who had charge of a little girl. 
The poor child stood in great fear of her 
grandmother, who had such a bad temper that 
every one ran away from her. She was not 
like the grandmammas of our time, who pet 
their grandchildren, take them to walk, and 
give them candy and playthings. 

This grandmother was cross and ill. She 
always stayed in a dark room, and had an old 
servant to wait upon her, who was so deaf that 
she could not hear it thunder. Living in this 
lonely way, poor N’oemi was so timid that she 
was afraid to breathe. 

She had never seen the green grass in the 
fields, and hardly the blue sky, for the old lady 
could not bear to have the blinds opened. 
Noemi had never seen any pretty things. She 

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NOJEML 


had never worn a pair of red shoes or a pink 
dress. She wore an old figured gown which 
belonged to her great-grandmother. As for 
playthings, she did not even know what they 
were. She had learned to read very young and 
very quickly, as there was nobody to disturb 
her lessons. 

Her grandmother could not bear the least 
noise, so the old priest who taught her to 
read spoke the words in her ear and she 
spelled them in a whisper. When she could 
read easily, she did not wish to do anything 
else. She began to read as soon as it was light. 
She could not understand all that she read, 
for she had seen so little ; but it was a pleasure 
to know that there were other things in life 
than this ugly house and the dismal things 
about her. 

Sometimes she ventured a question. She 
would ask the servant what a leopard was, a 
crocodile, or a gazelle; but the woman, not 
hearing, always replied, Be quiet, miss.” She 
used these words so often that Noemi did not 
know what they really meant. She thought they 
must mean the same as stop; so, when the ser- 


NOJEMI. 


31 


vant would sometimes cry suddenly at the table, 
^‘Be quiet, miss,” imagining that Noemi had 
spoken, the poor child would put down her 
spoon, thinking that she was forbidden to eat 
any more. 

Noemi’s father had gone to the war. That 
was why she was left with her grandmother. 
When her father heard that she had learned to 
read in two weeks, he sent her some beautiful 
books as a reward. He chose such as had 
pleased him in his childhood, — Bluebeard,” 
“ Tom Thumb,” the Fables of La Fontaine,” 
and many others. 

This present made N’oemi very happy, and 
she spent hours in looking at the pictures. 
There were many which she did not understand, 
and animals which she did not know at all. 
The donkey, for example, seemed to her the 
most terrible of animals, with its long ears; 
while the tiger appeared to be a pretty little 
creature, and the lion a good-natured, clumsy 
fellow. She thought the pigeon had a wicked 
air, and the butterfly, with its large wings, its 
great eyes, and long antennae, frightened her. 
When she had studied the pictures of the ani- 


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NOEML 


mals, she read the tales about them, and as 
nobody took any pains to correct her wrong im- 
pressions, things were sadly mixed in her mind. 

Ogres, rats that invite each other to dine, 
dogs^ and wolves that talk together, boots 
which stride seven leagues at a step — all these 
things were real to her. The wolf in Ked Rid- 
ing-hood seemed very possible to her. 

But, at last, the war ended, and Noemi’s 
father came back. As soon as he reached the 
inn, he ran to see his little daughter. But the 
old servant, who had heard of his return, was 
so im23atient to be rid of the child that she took 
her at once to another inn, where she supposed 
the captain to be. She was told that Noemi’s 
father had just gone out, but would soon retui'ii; 
so she left the child, and hastened back to her 
mistress. 

The landlady promised to take care of the 
child; but she had her dinner to look after, and 
ISToemi was left to herself, for the first time in 
her life. She was in the lower hall, near the 
garden door. 

She saw some flowers in the garden, nastur- 
tiums and poppies. She admired them for 


NOEML 


33 


some time in silent wonder; then she bounded 
over the threshold and was in the garden. Her 
heart beat fast with joy. She jumped, she ran, 
she did not know what she did. Everything 
seemed so beautiful to her, and the sky so high ! 

She soon grew familiar with all the strange 
objects. She had read astonishing descriptions 
of them; but she made queer mistakes in trying 
to name them. She wished to gather a little bell 
flower which was creeping over a gooseberry 
bush. The thorns of the gooseberry pricked her. 
Instead of crying, she smiled, and said, “ Oh ! I 
know that! I remember — thorns! It is a 
rose ! ” A dog was warming himself in the 
sun near her. Noemi turned pale with fear 
when she saw him. 

It was a great shej)herd dog, and, at first, she 
supposed it to be a wolf; but then she remem- 
bered that wolves live in forests, and very 
seldom come into villages. 

The great dog seemed so gentle that Noemi 
tried to talk with it, without knowing exactly 
what it was. 

“Who are you?” she asked, in a soft voice. 
‘AVhat is your name?” 


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NOEML 


Lilfe all dogs, it replied with a bark: 

Hoiiap ! Honap ! ” 

“ Honap !” repeated ^oemi. That is not a 

pretty name. My name is IS^oemi.” 

The dog raised its head, but made no remarks 
on the name. Will you come with me? ” said 
the child, taking a few steps in the garden. 

The dog ran after her, and she was sure that 
he had understood her. She ran for some time, 
but as the dog pe insisted in catching hold of her 
gown with his teeth, she was frightened and 
stopped. 

The dog went off and found a bone that he 
had hidden in the morning. He gnawed it with- 
out paying any attention to ]S'oemi, who con- 
tinued to talk. 

^^Will you go into the house with me,” she 
asked. 

The dog made no sign, and she raised her 
voice. 

Will you come with me? Say yes or no.” 

The dog did not stir. Noemi, who was 
excited by her liberty, lost her patience and 
wished to punish this obstinacy. “ Ah, you do 
not wish to speak!” she cried. ‘‘I will make 


NOEML 


35 


yon!’’ And the child, but yesterday so timid, 
got a stick and began to beat the poor animal. 

A servant, who was hanging out clothes, 
came to the rescue. “Why do you beat our 
dog?” she cried. 

“ Because he will not answer,” said ^o^mi. 

“Answer,” said the servant, laughing. “ Is 
the child foolish? She thinks that dogs talk. 
The silly thing ! ” 

Xoemi, seeing that she was laughed at, went 
off in bad humor, and was going into the house, 
when the sight which met her eyes made her 
draw back. 

Through the dining-room window she saw 
some great creatures, such as she had no idea of. 
They were of enormous size, and their heads 
and breasts were covered with leather. !Xoemi, 
in a fright, ran to hide under the stairway 
behind the fountain, where she could hear all 
they said. 

Their voices were so terrible that she 
trembled at every word. She tried to remem- 
ber if she had ever read a description of any 
such beings. A word which the servant 
di'opped gave her some light. 


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NOEML 


Really,” said the maid, I don’t know how 
I am to satisfy all those ogres.” 

Noemi shuddered. They are ogres,” she 
thought. What will become of me?” 

You would not have said that, my children. 
You would have said, There are some fine 
soldiers,” — which they were, in truth. 

One of them came out of the dining-room 
and said, I smell fresh meat,” — at which 
words Noemi drew farther behind the fountain, 
not doubting that the ogre would look for her. 
However, he went back into the dining-room, 
and she listened to the talk at the table. At 
last the street door opened and another ogre 
came in, who asked the landlady if she had seen 
a little girl with her nurse. They told him 
that the little girl had gone into the yard. As 
this ogre seemed to be uneasy, all the others 
began to run about to look for the little girh 
In vain, Noemi pressed close against the stone; 
one corner of her dress would show. 

Here she is ! Here she is ! ” called the 
ugliest of the ogres, seizing Noemi, who tried 
to get away. ^^Help, comrades; the enemy is 
trying to flee ! ” 


NOEMI. 


37 


Then, as Noemi still struggled, he said: 
“Why do you behave so, miss? Are you not 
afraid that you will be eaten up?” These 
words confirmed the child in her mistake. 

“N^ot to-day, perhaps, — you have just dined; 
but to-morrow” — she could not finish. Sobs 
choked her. Then the soldier burst out in a 
laugh, which brought everybody to him. 

“ Captain,” said he, “ your daughter takes us 
for ogres.” 

Noemi’s father ran to her, and greeted her 
so tenderly that she was soon reassured. He 
was so kind that it was not possible that he 
could be an ogre. 

After this, ^NToemi travelled for some time 
with her father, and was then put in a boarding- 
school. Everywhere she was laughed at for 
her credulity, and ended by losing it altogether. 
She began to doubt everything, even the most 
evident truths, and this new course led her into 
numberless dangers and difficulties. At first, 
people laughed at this as they had laughed at 
her simple faith in things impossible. 

“ Plant a cherry-stone,” somebody would say 
to her, “and a cherry-tree will grow up from 
it,” or : — 


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NOEML 


“ Shut up this caterpillar in a box, and you 
will have a beautiful butterfly.” 

Noemi would shrug her shoulders, and 
say: — 

^‘You are making fun of me! I don’t be- 
lieve in any of those stories.” 

If a grown person said to her, "When you 
are as lai-ge as I am, you will do such and 
such things,” she would reply : I large ! 

Oh! I know very well that I shall always be 
small. How could it be possible that I could 
grow? ” 

One day some masons had come to repair a 
garden wall, and they had filled a hollow in the 
ground with lime. 

Take care,” one of them said to !Noemi, who 
was watering some flowers near by; do not 
pour any water on this lime, or you will burn 
yourself.” 

“But it is cold water,” she said, laughing; 
“how could I burn myself with cold water?” 

Thinking that they were making fun of her, 
she began to sprinkle the lime from her water- 
ing-pot. 

Soon she uttered a terrible cry, for she was 


NOEML 


39 


cruelly burned. But this did not cure her. It 
is a sad truth, my children, that the only way to 
correct our failings is through the trouble which 
comes from them. AVe must suffer bitterly for 
our faults, to know and avoid them. This is 
what you will learn from the story of Noemi. 

After a time, her father took her to ISlor- 
mandy, to live in a castle on the seashore, which 
he had inherited. She was forbidden to play on 
the beach at high tide. ‘^You do not know 
how to swim,” said her hither. ‘‘If you should 
fall into the water, what would become of you? ” 

“I should become a fish,” she said, care- 
lessly. 

Her father smiled at this rejily; but he was 
none the less alarmed. One day, when he was 
gone, Iloemi went to find a little peasant-boy 
with whom she often played. 

“ I saw some beautiful shells in the sand, 
yesterday,” she said. “ Take a basket and 
come to get some.” 

“ I would like to,” said the boy, “ but you 
will not stay till the tide comes in, will you ? ” 

They ran to the beach and played for an houi% 
filling the basket with shells. 


40 


NOEML 


^^Let US return to the castle,” said the boy. 

It is late, and the tide is coining in.” 

I am tired of hearing about your tide,” said 
N'oemi, angrily. '' What is it, pray ? ” 

^'It is, as you see, the time when the sea 
comes up on the sand; it rises and rises, as 
far as this rock, so that any one who remained 
here would be drowned. But afterward it goes 
away, it draws back to where it is now, and 
every day it is the same. 

N^oemi began to laugh at this explanation. 

‘Won believe in this nonsense! ” she said. 

^‘^N^othing is more true.” 

“Have you seen it?” 

“Mamma has told me, and she takes me 
away every day before the water rises.” 

“ She tells you that to keep you from playing 
on the beach, because she is ^fraid that you will 
fall into the water. These stories are made up 
for little children, but we are not obliged to be- 
lieve in them.” 

“ But it is very well known in the country, 
the tide — ” 

“ Come, don’t believe in all these foolish tales. 
If you knew how they imposed on me when I 


NOEMI. 


41 


was little! I believed in all sorts of follies. I 
was afraid of being eaten by ogres, of being 
changed into a cat; when I was angry, I always 
feared I should see toads and snakes come out 
of my mouth. I believed- — ” 

“ Oh, miss 1 ” interrupted the boy, alarmed, 
“ do look ! ’’ 

ISToemi, on her knees, picking up shells, had 
her back to the sea. ^^Let me alone,” she said; 

you are a coward. I will not play with you 
any more.” 

As she turned her head to say these words, 
she heard a strange noise on the stones. What 
was her terror to see that the sea had already 
come almost to her feet! 

Her basket of shells was covered by the 
waves, .which rolled in with frightful rapidity. 

^^Run, run!” called the boy. ^^You see that 
mamma was right.” 

The two children began to run with all the 
swiftness of fear, but they could not go as fast 
as the sea which pursued them. Their feet 
sank in the wet sand; the water drenched their 
clothes, and made them cling about them so 
that they could not run so easily. 


42 


NOEML 


Tired out, Noemi made a false step and fell. 
The boy, who was ahead of her, ran back to 
aid her. And then, instead of running on 
ahead, he ran more slowly, to assist her. He 
did not wish to leave her in peril, and save 
himself, as he could easily do. 

Soon all their efforts became useless; the 
waves advanced with terrible rapidity. They 
were no longer walking in the sand, but in the 
water, and the surf was so strong that they 
could not struggle against it. 

Help ! help ! ” they cried ; but nobody re- 
sponded. 

At last, an old sailor perceived them, and re- 
solved to save them, at the risk of his own life. 

He ran to them, leaping like a young man 
from rock to rock. 

He reached ^^oemi just at the moment when 
her strength gave out and she fell back in the 
water. He rescued her first. When he had 
placed her on the shore, he returned to look for 
the little peasant, but, alas! it was too late! 
The poor child had disappeared. 

Noemi was so miserable at having caused the 
death of this generous child, who had given his 


NOEML 


43 


life for her, that she fell ill from grief, and for 
some time her life was in danger. ^^If I had 
listened to him,” she said, ‘^he would still bo 
living! "Why did I not listen to his warning?” 

And every time that his mother came to the 
castle she ran to hide herself, for the grief of 
this unhappy woman filled her with remorse. 
She could not bear to look at her face bathed 
with tears, which seemed to say, “ What have 
you done to my child?” 

This story teaches you, dear children, that 
you may believe implicitly what your parents 
and teachers say, who never have any motive 
for deceiving you. 


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“ Its arrangement and suggestions are excellent, and constitute a timely help in a direction 
that may profitably be pursued in primary schools to a greater extent than at present.” — 
School Journal. 

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cordially.” — Daily Press. 

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tions are given which will guide teachers in this department of their work.” — Jour mil of 
Education. 


COLOR AND FORM. 

A systematic and carefully-graded series of Colored Cards, in a great variety 
of forms and colors, for a three years’ course of instruction in 
graded schools. Designed to accompany the author’s 
“ Lessons on Color in Primary Schools. ” 

By LUCRETIA CROCKER, 

ONE OF THE SUPERVISORS OF THE BOSTON PUBLIC SCHOOLS. 

A sample set for first year, with terms for full supply, will be sent for 
wenty-five cents. 

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Plymouth and the Pilgrims ; or, Incidents ami 
Settlers. Jjy Joski-h Hanvakd, D.D. Illustrated 

First Explorers of North America. By J 

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Southern Explorers and Colonists ; or, an 

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Pioneers of the New World. By Joseph Banvard, D.D. With an 


account of the Old French War. Illustrated. Price i 25 

Tales. of the Pathfinders. By Arthur Gilman. Illustrated. Price 75 

Old Ocean By Ernest Ingersoll. Very fully and finely illustrated. Price 75 

Magna Charta Stories. Edited by Arthur Gilman. This volume 

should be in every shool library, and read by every schoolboy. Price 75 

The Travelling Law School. By Benjamin Vaughan Abbott, E.sq. 

A series of stories and sketches intended to teach the essential principles of 
Government and Law, to children of grammar school age. It will be found 

admirably adapted to use as a supplementary reader in schools. Price 75 

Natural History Series. “Cats,” “ Dogs” and “ Yellow Birds.” Three 
volumes. By Ernest Ingersoll. Bound in boards, illustrated, 64 pp. 

each. Third or fourth Reader Grade. Price of each 25 

Habits of Animals. Thiscomiirises “ Cats,” “ Dogs” and “ Yellow Birds ” 

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W^Onder Stories of Science. A very interesting and instructive volume 
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384 pp. Price I 25 


The Story without an End. Translated from the German by J. C. Pick- 
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Little People : Their Doings and Misdoings. By Kate L. Brown, 

Suitable for Second-Reader Classes. Price 10 


Stories for Language Lessons. Little people will find it fun to supply 


the missing words from the objects in the pictures. Price 40 

Little Talks about Plants. By Mrs. Fannie a. Deane. Very fully il- 
lustrated. Price 30 

Seashore Chats and B ach Stories. By Mrs. Fannie A. Deane, a 

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Six Books about Animals. Adapted to Second-Reader Grade. Price of 

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When I was a Little Girl. By Mrs. F. A. Humphrey. Stories and pict- 
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Little Polks. Stories of the ways and plays of children abroad. Price 50 

Red Letter Stories. Translated from the German by Miss Lucy 
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The William Henry Letters. By Mrs. A, M. Diaz. A standard juve- 
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